the kids don't wanna come home | SVT BXB

❝ the kids don't wanna come home ❞

-seungcheol-
the boy breathed heavily as he reached the music room of the school. he needed his time alone right now. his father was drunk again and had hit him again. he needed to get away for a moment. and he needed music right now.

-jeonghan-
the long-haired boy walked down the hallway of the school, on his way to the music room. he wanted to practice his singing - something he did whenever he couldn't stand the situation at home anymore. but to his surprise, there was already someone in the room as he opened the door.

-jisoo-
he needed time alone right now. he needed something to hold him back from dying now. and the only place that was on his mind was the music room, to which he opened the door right now.
"what?", he muttered in surprise, as he met the shocked faces of two boys.

-jun-
"fuck you dad! as if i would marry a fucking slut! i'm seventeen, for fuck's sake!", he hissed while stomping down the hallway to the door of the music room. but he wasn't alone. three boys where already in there, staring at each other in confusion.

-soonyoung-
the parents of the boy were home again, so he had decided to go to school and practice dancing in the music room. he hummed a song as he opened the door and walked in. it took him a few moments to notice the group of four boys standing in the center of the room. "huh?"

-wonwoo-
the last hours had been a horror, so the boy decided to skip his next class and just go to the music room. relieved to finally be alone, he entered the room, just to start shaking again. there were already people in there.

-jihoon-
jihoon grumpily opened the door to the music room. he skipped classes again, but who cared? "finally peace!", he sighed and closed his eyes listening to the...
breathing of other people? "what the fuck!", he screeched and opened his eyes again.

-seokmin-
"ough, my face already hurts from all the fake-smiling! play me a song so i'll relax again, jihoonie!", seokmin whined as he opened the door to the music room, where his big brother always was. but to his horror, there wasn't just his short brother, but six other dudes, staring at him weirdly. "jihoon? who are they?"

-minghao-
the chinese boy ran down the hallway, trying to ignore the screams behind him. they had talked about him, again. "FUCK YOU!", he screamed over his shoulder before storming into the room that was the nearest - the music room. tears were already running down his face, when he noticed that he wasn't alone.

-mingyu-
disgusted by the smell of his own clothes, mingyu opened the door to the only vacant room at this time, the music room. without looking around, he opened his shirt and took it off, mumbling a "and again, he wore mine...disgusting!". as he was just about to get dressed again with a hoodie he had found in his locker, he looked up to lock eyes with ten boys who were staring at him in shock. "oh shit..."

-seungkwan-
>>go, get me my essay. it's in the music room. hurry up!<< sighing, seungkwan opened the door to the music room to get his sisters essay that she had forgotten there. "ugh, i hate her!", he sighed as he walked in, just to freeze again. there was a group of boys staring at him, one of them not even wearing a shirt.

-vernon-
"freeedooooom!", hansol yelled as he ran down the hallway to get to the music room - his first direction whenever he got out of the police station again. if the brown haired was right, there was no one in at the moment, which meant he would have time to listen to music over the big speakers that were times better than his crappy ones at home. but as he walked in, he realized that he was NOT alone.

-chan-
he needed his hyungs right now. he needed jihoon's calm character. that was why he was running through the hallways of the school right now, ignoring his aching body and the blood running down from the big cut on his face. out of breath, he stormed into the music room, tears and blood running down his face. "jihoon!", he sobbed, "please, i need your help!"

the twelve boys stared at the bleeding and sobbing boy in front of them, who didn't even notice them until now. jihoon was the first to move, he ran over to his little brother, followed by seokmin.
while the two hugged the little boy, everyone else finally moved again.
mingyu hurried to get his hoodie on, wonwoo backed away into the last corner of the room, seungcheol asked "what are you all doing here?" into the room.
it was answered by jeonghan and soonyoung at the same time.

"running away from home."

jun stared at minghao in awe as the little boy blinked a few times before muttering something in chinese. to his surprise, jun answered him.
hansol and seungkwan stood there awkwardly, until seungkwan got himself together again and went to search for his sister's papers. to his surprise, hansol went to him and after asking him what he was searching for, helped him.

jihoon and seokmin finally got chan to calm down, mingyu wasn't shirtless anymore and seungkwan had found his sister's paper with the help of hansol. now they were all standing around, not knowing what to do. 
after minutes of silence, seungcheol spoke up: "so...i guess from looking at you, we're all here to be alone for a moment. but it looks like we all had the same idea....ahm...i don't mind, you can stay here, if my rapping won't disturb you..."
"you rap?", mingyu asked. he always thought he was the only one in this school who did something like that.
"you too?" now it was hansol who talked.
"i-i rap too", whispered wonwoo.

"that's nice, i like singing more", jeonghan said.
to his surprise, jisoo and jihoon shouted "me too!" straightaway and seokmin grinned, proudly declaring: "i sing, too!"  seungkwan looked at them, before deciding that his sister could wait - he wanted to know more about these boys. "i also do sing, but not often."

"meh, i dont really like either of these. but i love to dance." chan spoke up. he was still wiping away the blood and tears with his already soaked shirt.
soonyoung smiled at the younger and said in excitement: "me too! i love to dance!"
jun and minghao found themselves revealing that they dance, too.

"wow, that's funny!", seungcheol laughed, "maybe we can kinda...work together?"

the problems and worries seemed to disappear, as everyone started to talk and shout eagerly.

"i need to show you guys my newest moves! i'm soonyoung, by the way!"

"oh my god, pleeaaaase show me how to b-boy!"

"i don't even know your name..."

"i'm jisoo. now you know my name."

"what's your name? your voice is pretty deep, i would like to hear you rap."

"i'm seungcheol. you're mingyu, right?"

"wow, i'm famous guys!"

"and you are....?"

"hansol. or vernon, i'm from new york."

"wow, that's so cool! i'm from LA!"

and so on and on - soon, everyone knew each others names and even wonwoo talked with the others.

they already liked each other, without even knowing anything about each other. but they felt that they all suffered in the same hell and they had so many things that connected them - dancing, singing, rapping and their music taste.

they already felt that this wasn't going to be something they would only do once.

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I'm disgusted at myself I really wrote "please wrote and comment" here oh my jesus

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